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no, I don't miss him
In fact, it slipped my mind
There's a hole in the bottle of wine (Shania)

I keep my cool, play by all the rules
Hmm, I swear

Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois

shit came straight from they colon
Go to sleep when I see the sun seven in the morning
My bitch riding your bitch snoring yeah
Took a few tabs I was

in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on my

Ive been holdin this in
Ive got a lot to say
I guess i hoped itd go away
But its
Not that easy
To heal all my lesions
Im alive my hearts beating but

he come slide
he ain't seen me in a while (It's been a minute)
I tell him come on my side
If he want a good time (Oouuuu)
Look, I been road running

still in amazement by how my nigga just blazing
So much money we making we just toss and just waste it
On bullshit making rain like Wayne and Fat
Got my

Talking Hard Work

Woody Guthrie

Folkways: The Original Vision

1988

way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work

Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been

a little hole
In which I might dive

And with that we reach the
End of the first verse
Should have heard the one I wrote first
It was much worse
It was all

up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja

up)
Pussy got wet up by the pool, he fell right in and made a splash (Brrt, Boom)
I just popped a pill, dropped a tab and smoked a L
It's safe to say

all the way in West Palm Beach
Your life ain't worth this chain around my neck, don't reach
Took a tab, I just peaked
Super rare, so unique
Yeah, I got

on the stand
But I love it when she call me by my rapper name
She say go head and get the money just don’t ever change
I got the volume to the max I’m riding in

Camaro I used to drive
It was from 1975
Had a stick shift right in the middle
You made my dick stiff and not just a little
Sitting in a bucket seat
You

cash on my
Tab
(Ain't got no cash in my
Tab)
I was standing all alone
(Lone)
Starving talking to my
Soul (soul)
Hard times come & go
(Go)
When it's gone

My retirement plan is a hammock in the shade
Kicking it back cuz I got it made
Got a 6 pack in a bucket and its sitting on ice
Sounds to me like

Half Full Dixie Cup

Darius Rucker

Southern Style

2015

I fall by the wayside
And let the devil have his way
He puts a hole in my cup
But this ain't one of those days, no

Well, I'm kicked back on the front

but im gon hush ain't gon discuss it
And it's still free all the guys my nicca stuck up in eht bucket
I can't seem fall asleep catch my self talkin

to niggas, change love to bitterness
Friends to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous
Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and went
To my old housing

Drive-By

Future

Canal Street Confidential

2015

Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
Black top fill my Rolex white gold
They think I'm movin'

where niggas at there's hoes leavin'
Big fish y'all fish food
You should bow in my presence pay tribute
From East to West Coast like big Snoop
It's all

suck me now
Finger in her booty hole
Watch how that thing go up and down
Ain't even know if it was real
But it clapped the kOD way
Just got out, I stay

I've got a bucket of beans and I will sell it to you
Unless you don't want my beans, in which case I won't sell it
I've got a bucket of cheese and I

ready to kill em all, fuck it
Say I ain't bars then you bluffing
I'm often like Toph, metal bending is nothing
Shit hotter than cauldrons, got lava in